From gruesomely hacking a group of armed men to death with a sharp piece of metal, to trying to cope with the loss of all my loved ones, to a friend vomiting at the sight of me. This morning, I even fell back asleep without realising it and dreamt that I was hallucinating. I started talking to and eventually screaming at the premonition, fully aware that I must be completely crazy.

I always dream about the subjects that are sorest. I wake up and it all floods me and I want to curl up and just stop. Just stop.